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SEB'S DIARY
MONDAY.
Stayed in bed all day, because I have had a hard week making my web site up.
This is Seb's little friend Stefan, the pilot.
Monday night.
I heard a strange noise and I thought we had burglars. Tracey was fast asleep and snoring (She says she doesn't snore, but we teds know better) I tried to wake her but she ignored me, so I got out of bed and sneaked to the bedroom door.
The door was slightly open, and I could see a shadow through the other side. I knew it wasn't Mam or Dad, it was too small, so I decided to be a big hero. By gum, I'll show everyone how brave us "Yorkies" are!
I crouched down, and waited for him to move again, then, as soon as he did I gave a great loud shout of "Mushy Peas" - I couldn't think of anything else to shout - I jumped as high as I could and landed on his back, throwing my arms around him and shouting "I've got you now you villain".
He started to run, EE I was dead scared! Screaming and yelling he ran down the stairs with me holding on to his neck. Then he stopped and stood still.
"Now I have him" I said to my self. I tightened my arms around his neck. "By ek! he's all soft and cuddly for a burglar" I thought. "I wonder if all baddies are like this?"
I heard a soft noise near my ears. Listening very carefully I heard it again "Meow". Letting go of him I took a good look, and I felt as daft as could be. There, staring me in the face was Simone, our little moggy (Pussy cat).
Fancy me thinking Simone was a burglar. Well, she could have been a "Cat" burglar!
Our little "Moggy" Simone.
Please don't let Mam and Dad know about this, they will only laugh at me!
TUESDAY.
Spent all day keeping out of Dad's way. He may be in a bad mood if he heard the noise last night!
WEDNESDAY.
Mam has heard about the carry on during Monday night. She had a good laugh, but said that she was proud of me ("YIPPEE, and PONTEFRACT CAKES!! Mam is proud of little old ME!!")
I don't care what Dad thinks now MAM IS PROUD OF ME!. She said that as a treat, for being so brave, we could have Yorkshire Puddings with our dinner tomorrow, and I can help to make them. EE, I'm right pleased I am!
"Seb, you are my hero!" Raggy Reg.
THURSDAY.
Mam and I made the Yorkshire Puddings, EE, I had a smashing time. She put the flour in a bowl, and then some salt. I got the job of mixing them up.
I was given a big wooden spoon, which I held with both hands, and I started to stir the mixture. As I stirred I was singing "ON ILKLEY MOOR BA T 'AT", and nosey Dad came to ask what all the noise was about.
Just as he got behind me, my hand slipped---He-He-He!--and a big spoonful of flour went over my shoulder, and went splat, into Dad's face, EE, you should have seen him, he looked like a ghost. Ek, I couldn't help my self, I started to roll about laughing.
Dad was in a temper. He reached out to put his hand over my mouth to stop me laughing, but he started to sneeze because of all the flour in his nose, then he knocked the bowl, and all the flour went flying in the air, Dad fell over and I landed on his tummy, followed by the plastic bowl, which fell on my head. By gum I was really mucky now and I felt Dad's tummy begin to shake, then he started to laugh.
Mam was not amused at all this carry on, and she was calling us all the clumsy hoits under the sun. Then Tracey came into the kitchen to see what all the noise was. When she saw the mess she burst out laughing, Mam began to giggle at this and soon we were all laughing together.
What a smashing time we had, and, the best part about it was, I had to have a bath to get cleaned up. EE I do like to get wet!
